[POV: Jack Monroe]

"You really think a few sticks of dynamite and a hero complex can dismantle a plan twenty years in the making, Jack? You always were more muscle than mind, and that’s why you’re standing in the middle of a collapsing tomb while I’m sitting in the sun."

Cete’s voice didn't come from a tablet this time. It boomed from the industrial speakers mounted in the corners of the concrete chamber, the sound distorted by the crackle of fire and the groan of shifting stone. Jack Monroe stood over the crumpled, unconscious form of Leo, his chest heaving as he stared up at the security cameras embedded in...